Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1102 Unsheathing
In the continent.

The purple light in the sky flickered, like a dragon crawling in the clouds. The rain poured down, making the courtyard deserted.

The candlelight in the yard flickered, and the old man leaned on a wooden chair, lost in thought.

There were a lot of magical powers coming and going on the Wangyue Lake, and there were also many fights. No one was willing to let Li Xuanxuan go, so the old man could only turn off the lights, hunch over in the dark, and wait quietly for news.

This kind of life has been going on for a long time. Li Xuanxuan has long known that he is a useless man. He can only wait anxiously again and again, until his lips turn white. When the rain stops and the sky clears, naturally someone will come up and tell him who died this time.

Of course, maybe one day, the person who comes up the mountain will no longer be surnamed Li - this kind of thing is rare among the younger generation, but it is not uncommon for Li Xuanxuan. He had seen this kind of thing when he was still the young master of the family, and it happened again and again afterwards.

“Knock knock…”

Li Xuanxuan stood up, pushed the door with his cold hands, and found someone waiting outside.

This man was wearing a feathered robe, with a sword on his waist, and his eyes were bright and clear, like the moon. He stood in the cold rain and saluted:
"Old man!"

Li Xuanxuan's face changed and he said:
"What are you doing out here?!"

"The West Coast has repeatedly asked for help, so I'm going to go there... but I don't dare to make a decision. I'm here to... ask the adults!"

Li Jiangchun hadn't seen the old man for a long time. He saw that it was surprisingly dark in the slightly opened door. The light fell on the old man's pale and dry face, which was uneven and had very high cheekbones, and was not very elegant.

Li Jiangchun felt sad.

"The old man cultivates Lushui, and the pills and spiritual objects that the immortal gave him to prolong his life... are mostly for water virtue, and the coldness is very strong..."

Li Xuanxuan was terrified, and hurriedly closed the door, saying:

"Don't go!"

He then listened to the younger generation outside the door sighing and said:

"Sword cultivators cannot achieve enlightenment without killing. I have been stuck in the sword essence for long enough... I also have the Purple Palace Talisman and the Secret Pill on me. With all these treasures, who can embarrass me..."

"Old man!"

Li Xuanxuan's expression was as cold and pale as his hands. Without the slightest hesitation, he hurriedly took out the jade order from his sleeve, and saw the word "Xuan" clearly written on it.

"Now that two real people are fighting, Zifu cannot attack at will. As a junior, it is rare to have such a fight... It is a good time to seek the truth!"

Li Xuanxuan turned a deaf ear to the call and just held the jade pendant tightly. He hurried to the door, pressed his hand on the door, and urged it to go, wanting to ask someone to send him down, but suddenly he realized:
"These late foundation building masters are fighting in the west. With his current abilities, who can suppress him?"

He was in a trance for a moment, but seeing that he had no reaction, Li Jiangchun could only reveal his true feelings and said anxiously:

"Your Excellency, you don't know that strange phenomena have repeatedly appeared in the west, and there are also sounds of jade tablets breaking in the hall. With my cultivation level at this level, how can I sit back and watch in the mountains... I will definitely destroy my swordsmanship!"

"For the Li family, I have to go!"

The previous words did not receive any response, but these nine words were like a magical power, hitting Li Xuanxuan's ears, making him dazzled and his face flushed!
"For my Li family, I have to go!"

It seemed that these words were not uttered in the hall where cold rain was falling, but in a pitch-black cave, on the majestic river with surging water, and in a furnace filled with blazing fire and pitch-black darkness!
Li Xuanxuan hastily pushed the door open and said:

"You...wait..."

Li Jiangchun was about to step into the wind when he was stopped by his words. He saw Li Xuanxuan turned around, holding a jade box in both hands, and came to him, crying:
"Jun'er once said that the inheritance is in the sword, which is something our ancestors have kept in the palace, and was originally meant to be sent to you..."

"Now that you have made up your mind, just take it with you!"

Li Jiangchun solemnly took the jade box with both hands, opened it and saw a sword in the middle, hidden in a sheath. The sheath was wrapped in a gray-white cloth and a tassel was tied to the hilt.

'【Green Ruler】…'

……

It rained heavily.

The sound of raindrops dripping in the forest and the sound of dense footsteps echoing, under the protection of the magical instruments' magical colors, a group of people and horses are moving forward silently. It seems that they are walking, but they are floating close to the ground under the protection of the magical instruments, and their speed is extremely fast.

The leading monk looked a little gloomy and replied:

"Are you sure... you can cross the forests here?"

The monk at the back said in a slightly strange voice:
"Your Excellency... I have been doing business in the desert and Moon-Watching Lake... so I know both places quite well... After the edge of the desert, at the western foot of Dali Mountain, there is a hill called Nanzhang... It is actually the corner of Moon-Watching Lake!"

"There is a great war going on in the west coast right now, and the battle line is tight. There must be no one to build a base to defend the desolate mountains and wilderness!"

The leading Shu Ting general had a subtle expression on his face. He was silent for a moment before saying:

"I just feel... this place is a bit cold."

He practiced the precious land "Gao Lei Yan", which had some magical powers of knowing spring and winter, avoiding harm and pursuing benefits. He immediately became worried. The gray-robed monk beside him tilted his head and said lightly:
"Nitan is, after all, the place where Duanmu Kui once ruled. It's not surprising that there are supernatural things here."

Li Nitan felt bitter.

He actually didn't want to come... After all, he didn't want to be too close to Wei and Li. If he hadn't been the sword of Qingji Fang, and his own master had already set an example, what else would there be for him, Li Nitan, to do?
"It's just that... since I'm here on guard, there's no reason for me not to come..."

Torrential rain poured down, washing away all kinds of insects and snakes in the forest. Several locusts with broken wings died in the stagnant water. Li Nitan was silent for a moment, and then he made a magical calculation based on this omen.

But the magic power in his hand that had always been invincible suddenly disappeared and drifted away like smoke. Seeing this, the gray-robed monk shook his head and replied:

"Nitan, I also cultivate the 'Treasure Land' on this peak. Although the 'Gao Lei Yan' is the most successful magic in the Treasure Land, your level of cultivation is really too low."

He glanced at the soles of his feet and replied:
"Locusts are the evil omens of Ji Mu. They can never be eradicated or killed completely. They belong to Ji Mu's magical power, 'Disaster Extends Life'. If you see this sign when you go out to fight, it will be a good sign for the war. Don't worry too much."

Li Nitan responded respectfully and sighed:

"It's a shame that such a great magical power has been lost."

The monk in gray shook his head and said:

"My Chang Huai Zhenren once asked Duanmu Kui, he said, the way of 'Huo Yan Sheng' cannot be cultivated, the master of Ji Mu himself has been calamity and fallen, how can he bear the responsibility of 'Huo Yan Sheng'? When a person of extraordinary talent takes up the responsibility of the branch, there will be the shadow of 'Huo Yan Sheng'."

However, a monk in yellow turned around. He seemed to be a figure from Changhuai Mountain and had a high status. He said calmly:

"That's hard to say... Most of the 'Ji Mu' are coveted by Buddhists, and they can't be eradicated or killed... Aren't they the current group of Buddhists? What my master means is... this matter is not that simple."

As soon as he said this, everyone stopped talking and fell silent.

The few of them were moving very fast. After a while of shuttling through the mountains and forests, they saw a plain that was blood red in the rainstorm. The Li family’s troops had already lost half of the west bank...

And where they were was exactly the defenseless rear of Tingzhou's troops!
The gray monk laughed and shouted:
"Do it!"

They immediately untied their magic weapons and appeared together!

The lights shone together, and immediately a red light shot up into the sky, causing a billowing true fire, which turned into a red bird, galloping over, blocking the three people, and transformed into a woman.

The woman was wearing a red dress and holding a magic sword in her hand. Two bright lights were hung behind her, one was gold with red, and the other was white with flames. Together they brought down real fire, looking very majestic!
The wind and rain were drifting on the west bank, and blood was stained on the hem of clothes by the rain. Li Minggong was wearing a red dress and had a solemn expression.

Li Minggong is now considered the pillar of the Li family. He was guarding and supporting the rear. He ran into these three people. His heart was chilled and his face was cold. He gritted his teeth and said:
"You three...are you monk Chang Huai?"

The two did not speak, Li Nitan sighed secretly, stepped forward immediately and answered:
"I am Li Nitan, and I am here with the Tongmo garrison."

But the smile on the gray monk's face had not yet faded, and the sound that came to his ears was not the slightest bit of surprise, but the sound of a cold spell:
"【The Great Avenue Transforms into a Golden Dark Formation】, activate!"

But then I saw a young man standing in the sky, making hand gestures and issuing mysterious commands. Immediately, sixteen formation flags dropped from the sky and settled in various places in the mountains and forests. For a moment, the ground was covered with gold and thunders fell simultaneously!
"Boom!"

The gray-robed monk showed no fear at all. He just raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then said calmly:

"rise!"

In an instant, gray-yellow light came down, eliminating the lightning, just like dark clouds gathering and condensing into one, dissolving all the thunder one by one and making it dissipate like smoke.

Li Suining practiced "Shenbuxu" and "Sitian" to get close to thunder. This immortal foundation has the ability to drive thunder. However, this monk Changhuai has the virtue of earth, which makes it difficult to deal with.

And this cultivator was extremely experienced. Regardless of advantages or disadvantages, he was absolutely unwilling to stay in his formation. He put two fingers together, and a magic light like a spiritual sword appeared on his fingertips. As he danced, it rushed out fiercely and slashed at the light in the sky!

"Boom!"

The sound of violent thunderstorms suddenly rang out, and the monk from Changhuai Mountain immediately frowned:

"what……"

He was surprised, and the monk in yellow robes beside him was full of admiration and replied:

"I never thought... In this chaotic place, there is such a genius in formation! He is truly blessed by heaven!"

For a moment, true essences intertwined, all kinds of Dharma lights fell one by one, and the five people immediately fought together!
These two Changhuai monks, one in the middle stage of foundation building and the other in the late stage of foundation building, are monks of the Jindan sect after all. Even though Li Minggong's cultivation had already been perfected, he immediately fell into a disadvantage and was in danger.

But what made her even more anxious was... the situation on the horizon.

In the distance, the red light driven by Ding Weizhen flickered in the hazy rain. The monks flying in the sky were afraid of him. They held magic swords in their hands, were cautious and dared not land, and formed a formation around him amid the rolling thunder.

Ding Weizhen was originally a genius from the grassroots. He had accumulated strength for many years at the peak of foundation building. When the Li family became prosperous in Tingzhou, he benefited a lot from it. He was much more powerful than Li Minggong. His magical light was as bright as colored glaze. He held two sticks in his hands and beat everyone so hard that no one dared to fight back!

There were many people building foundations in Tingzhou, but because of Chixuan's matter, two young masters were transferred away, and each of them brought two or three trusted men with them, which immediately drew out the backbone of Tingzhou, making it look embarrassed.

She was worried in her heart, but Li Suining had a cold and stern expression. He pointed the formation flag in his hand, caught Lei Ting, and acted decisively, hitting him to death with every move. It was very unique!

Clearly, he had just broken through to the foundation-building stage not long ago. Normally, a cultivator of this age would focus all his energy on cultivation and would not have practiced many techniques. However, he was able to perform them effortlessly and with sophisticated moves, and he even managed to hold back Li Nitan, who had a higher level of cultivation!

Compared to Li Minggong's worries, Li Suining was much more calm. The thunderclouds falling from his hands seemed even more fierce in the rolling rain, which attracted people's attention.

In Li Suining's opinion, although the situation on the field was deteriorating step by step...it was already much better!

In the previous life, there was no Ding Weizheng, a powerful stabilizing force, and no one with his foresight to assist. The troops on the west bank fought all the way to the lake, and they did not retreat step by step in an orderly manner like they do today.

Even so, he still sighed in his heart:
"I'm afraid we can't hold on..."

"I don't know why Li Nitan came here... Logically, he should be in the frontal attack formation... Sure enough, there are some subtle changes."

But at this moment, Li Minggong finally couldn't hold back anymore, and shook his sleeves, and a ray of light suddenly jumped out from his sleeves:

This thing turned out to be a folding screen. A mysterious wind was flowing on the screen, and green pines were swaying, casting a dark green color, knocking down the flying swords of magic light on the left and right one by one!

"【Heavy Abyss Wind】?"

The two men's expressions changed at first, and then their eyes fell on the glittering screen, and they were all stunned for a moment.

'This is…'

They are not simple characters. How can they not see what is painted on the screen? It is Chongming Six Meridians!
'ah? ’

The gray-robed monk was stunned for a moment, feeling extremely embarrassed:

'I am the Changhuai Daoist... or are you the Changhuai Daoist? What does this mean?'

Seeing the shadow of his own master looming on the screen, his face turned pale, and he didn't know whether he was angry or embarrassed. After thinking it over again and again, he could only draw his sword and say:

"How dare you humiliate my Chang Huai Li Qi like this!"

This confused Li Minggong. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He remained silent and refined the colorful power of the [Chongming Dongxuan Screen] to become even brighter, and shone down with a bang!

"Boom!"

This Changhuai monk was really powerful. With a wave of the grey gourd in his hand, he overturned the [Chongming Dongxuan Screen]. A rolling grey wind rushed over. Li Minggong tried hard to block it, but he turned his head anxiously.

The mountains in the distance collapsed with a loud bang, and the shattered colors of the formation shone straight into the sky, as if some important mechanism had been activated. The colors of the mountains shattered one after another and fell down one by one!

"puff!"

The sound of Li Suining vomiting blood suddenly woke her up, and the junior said anxiously:
"time to go!"

"Walk?"

The gray-robed monk in front of him was quite angry. He looked around and shouted:
"Still want to leave!"

The gourd swept over and went towards the screen at an extremely fast speed - the monk suddenly became greedy and wanted to take the gourd back to Changhuai!

"Qiang!"

What was heard was the crisp sound of metal colliding!

The monk Chang Huai looked up and saw a young man in white standing there holding a sword. He had a slender figure and outstanding appearance. The sword light was flickering, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and he had a strong sense of crisis.

He also had a sword on his back, which was tied tightly so that he couldn't see its shape clearly. He only whispered:

"Leave these three to me."